A fanfic based on and inspired by "The Last Peverell" where instead of Harriet Potter being thrown into Jasmine Peverell's body, we have Gender bent SI-OC Jasmine Peverell. A less romance orientated and more action and drama focused rendition of The Last Peverell, where hopefully everything is better, but not likely.

Some things stay the same, as in, some goals stay the same. Hopefully, tons of lives are improved and saved from tragedy, but in exchange, more suffering elsewhere. Deities can be so hard to please, especially when you have to please more than one at once, in a single lifetime, without making any mistakes.


A soul was caught out, wandering, lost in a place it didn't understand. It could only see endless white, feeling like it was moving through a thick substance constantly and not being able to move or see properly. It felt as if there was a haze filling its mind and dulling its actions.

It didn't even notice at first the being in front of it until it reached out and touched its forehead and suddenly... everything became... clear?

What was he doing? Where is he? Why is he so damn hungry?

"You shouldn't be here. Not as you are."

Yup, that sounds about right. He has no idea where he is so it stands to reason that he should probably be somewhere else.

"I should throw you back out the way you came."

Sounds good to him. He is way too lost to argue with strange beings and getting to a place he knows sounds like a wonderful idea.

"Though, that wouldn't be very kind to something like you. I've been told lately that I should be more understanding of mortals and their plights."

Now hold on a second. That doesn't sound like good news to him.

"Considering you no longer have a body to go back to, it just wouldn't do to let you wander as a ghost until your spirit inevitably dissipates in that strange world of yours."

The longer it keeps talking the less he likes what he hears.

"How tragic. Looking at who you were I can see there's a lot you should've been able to do and yet you've accomplished none of it."

Hey now, he finds that quite rude. And slightly eerie.

"There's nothing for you where you once lived, though perhaps you can do more somewhere new?"

He thinks he might not have a choice from how things sound.

"It is always a choice. Though once you start again, there will be no going back. Since I am the one giving this opportunity to you, you would be tied to me by fate. You would be born to a family that is bound to me by a pact until the last of their blood."

He supposes that sounds reasonable. He can feel no doubt in this strange place, only certainty in truth. He thinks he understands his situation and is in front of an opportunity he would have jumped at if he could only but remember anything before arriving in this place of endless white. Also, he is very hungry for some reason, and really wants to get out of here as fast as possible so he may eat.

"Ah, yes that is a sign you've been here too long. I wonder, would I feel hunger too if I receive enough bits of humanity from the pact?"

He doesn't know what to make of that statement, so he doesn't think much of it.

"Should you choose to accept my offer, you would work for me during your life the same as any other member of that family as payment. Do you know what is asked of you?"

He thinks it should hurry up and send him before his stomach gets any angrier. He obviously can't be anything but honest in this strange place so of course he accepts everything, even if he thinks he might regret it later.

"Yes I think this has gone in long enough. Since you accept, you'll be gone in just a moment to your new life."

Great! Wonderful! Probably!

"Oh, and one more thing before you go, dear. That hunger isn't from your stomach, you don't have one of those in this plane."

Say what now?

"That would be your soul."

Say. What. Now?

"Goodbye, child. I'll see you again eventually. I always do."

SAY WHA-

And then the white faded to black.

And he woke up as a little baby girl.